Zeng Yunfeng nodded and stepped on the rhythm, got in the car, started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and left Jintan Village. He still had a lot of things to do today, and he probably didn't finish running around.

In the evening, Zeng Yunfeng went home truthfully and waited for dinner to finish his promise for several years. Shuihua always got home one step ahead of Zeng Yunfeng.

She always likes to prepare the food and wait for Zeng Yunfeng and her children to come back to have dinner together. Even if she is busy with this matter, she always puts it first.

Zeng Yunfeng leaned on the sofa, took off his shoes, changed into slippers and lay on the sofa, lying down for dinner.

A singing sound of incomplete tones outside the door came from a distance, with a blurry sound. Zeng Yunfeng couldn't hear clearly what this person was singing, but listening to this sound, there was no doubt that An Yuantang, the little bastard.

The door next to it was pushed open, a little head stuck in, and when he came in, Zeng Yunfeng was shocked. This morning, he saw his father going to school and said something to Principal Bai, and the sharp eyes that his father glanced at him scared him out of the sky.

"Sing, why don't you sing?" Zeng Yunfeng looked at his son An Yuantang in anger, like a little quail standing next to the sofa with his neck shrank and his schoolbag on his back, listening to his father's scolding.

"Well, what are you singing?" Zeng Yunfeng took the tea cup and took a sip of the tea ceremony.

Zeng Yunfeng was looking for trouble and wanted to teach his son a lesson.

"Cut leeks!"

Zeng Yunfeng just held the tea cup to his mouth and took a sip of tea. The sip of tea suddenly spewed out.

This song is an authentic local dialect song. It sounds very good, but it is not suitable for the incomplete voice of An Yuantang, the little bastard. It doesn't matter if it sings very badly, it's not auspicious.

What's wrong with these kids? I'm singing leeks so much. Have you grown up and want to be cut by leeks, cut leeks, and sing so happily, is it okay to pursue it?

"Well, I heard from Principal Bai that you are going to participate in the chorus competition. Have you signed up?"

An Yuantang nodded a little depressedly. Although he didn't want to participate, the whole school had gone, and he couldn't do it if he didn't go.

He knew very clearly that it was a knife to stretch his head, and a knife to shrink his head. He went there early and finished it early.

Time comes as promised. As parents, the child's first singing competition must be attended. Zeng Yunfeng drove his wife with his wife Shuihua to Haiji County to participate in the chorus competition. Zeng Yunfeng was below as a guest, and his eyes lit up and walked in front of Zeng Yunfeng in an instant.

"Oh, Mr. An, I didn't expect you to come to this place, and we would like to support you." Zeng Yunfeng smiled and shook hands with him, just humming and greeting him. He knew very well what the director wanted from him, but he couldn't take care of all education in everything, because he was not the director of the county education bureau. The only thing he could do now was to keep it alone and take care of Jintan Village Primary School.

The director of the county education bureau shook hands with Zeng Yunfeng. He had long wanted to have close contact with the well-known entrepreneur in the county. He heard that he has always been very generous, especially when investing in school resources and even education donations, he has never been stingy.

So far, he has invested about 20 million in school education, but most of it has been invested in primary school areas that are not particularly important in the director's opinion.

Zeng Yunfeng had a fight with him, walked into the audience and sat down. The Education Director reluctantly pulled his hand away from Zeng Yunfeng's hand.

One of his subordinates next to him said in confusion, "Director, who is this?"

"You don't know, Mr. An met at a corporate reception in Fujian. He is a person with a temperament. He relies on him for more than 100,000 people to make a living. It's amazing. He will donate to whoever he has a good relationship. You don't see how much money Lao Bai gets from him every year. If he leaks oil in his hands, it's enough for us to establish several middle schools."

"In our place, the educational resources are backward, and the Qingshui Yamen is broken into two pieces of flowers. For these students, what's the relationship between them!"

"The primary school in Jintan Village is poor and the school building is now built, but now it still has more than 2 million yuan in funds, and there are more than 10 million yuan in funds. There are so much money, if you put it in our county, how many things can you do."

"But, we can only watch it, not use it."

"Director, then let's tilt the resource policy towards them. If the water is full, it will overflow. Once this primary school is fully built, the extra ones will naturally tilt towards our county!"

"Oh, you don't understand. Don't say that the money is a special amount and cannot be misappropriated. The administrative power will be handed over immediately. In the future, Minning Town will not be under the jurisdiction of our county!"

"However, the source of all this is still in An Yongfu. After all, he walked out of our Xihaigu and had to maintain a little bit of affection. One day he would still come back to this mountain. This place is his roots and he would not be able to break it!"

"In Haiji, his uncles and others are here, and even a lot of cousins ​​are there. Even for the sake of education and construction in his hometown, he will come back to invest. You are still too young, don't be too anxious!" Director Wang patted his subordinates on the shoulder and said.

Other primary schools and students in other counties wear outfits like the international student class, but in comparison, the costumes of Jintan Village Primary School are too inferior. Based on Principal Bai's aesthetic, the school uniforms worn by students are exactly the same as those worn by Zeng Yunfeng when he was in elementary school. However, the school uniforms he wore at that time were red and white, while the school uniforms they wore now were white and blue, but the same feeling was very rustic.

But in Zeng Yunfeng's opinion, this feeling was so familiar, and he was quite satisfied, even though the students from Jintan Primary School were like chickens standing in a group of cranes.

After rounds of elementary school singing, they sing choruses, various singing skills, and various flying singing techniques made Zeng Yunfeng feel a headache.

Finally, I waited for the performance of Jintan Village Primary School. As the principal of Jintan Village Primary School, Lao Bai is a versatile person. He is elegant and knows some tunes. But today he looks particularly energetic and formal in his Zhongshan outfit. These children are wearing blue and white school uniforms, red scarves, and pursing their lips.

With Principal Bai's gesture, the group of children began to sound.

"Spring~day~where is it!" A melodious voice came from a leading singer with a silver bell.

Fortunately, Zeng Yunfeng breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it wasn't the song "Cutting the Chives", otherwise he would have fallen softly on the seat below on the spot.

But the chorus followed was like a hodgepodge.

The strong dialect makes them sing where is the sky? Where is the sky?

This strong dialect made many parents beside him burst into laughter. Some of the leaders of the school and the leaders of the Education Bureau frowned.

But the water flowers next to them, Zeng Yunfeng and all the parents who came to Jintan Village here didn't mind.

In Zeng Yunfeng's opinion, a Mandarin with a dialect is the authentic Mandarin. Mandarin that is completely separated from the local dialect is actually the Mandarin that really feels strange.

Many people now have strange logic when learning language. They think that learning language must be a complete standard, especially in the theory of learning foreign languages, which is a very strange logical idea.

They think that learning foreign languages ​​must be very standard, and even every tone and tone must be accurate to be considered to be a real learning. But in fact, in Zeng Yunfeng's opinion, the real purpose of learning foreign languages ​​is to interpret foreign literature and good things, and then learn them back and turn them into their own culture.

Learning foreign languages ​​is not to learn such a standard foreign language like foreigners. What should I do? In the end, I learned to be a foreigner, but in the end I didn’t act as a diplomat or as a translator. Instead, I showed off my accent in front of my own Chinese. So I learned such an excellent and more standard foreign language than foreigners, but I didn’t go abroad to develop. What is this for? Is it a sense of superiority?

No matter how you learn a foreign language, you will not become a foreigner. The accent and skin color are innate, and you can't get rid of it or escape it.
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